Durin leaned against a tall, damp tree as the sun slowly sank into the west. He sighed deeply, upset that the horses had been taken, even more so, that he had not stopped them.
He watched as Kaldon road off, he did not trust this dwarf, he seemed to prefer to be seperate from the others. Though he did not blame him, he did not always get along with people.
The sky darkened and the air grew cold. Only the low voices of the others talking disturbed the silence as Durin sat and thought.
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